The discomfort still remained, but the pleasure was greater, so it was okay. And soon, only pleasure remained. Each time Yeonjun, who had grabbed both of his thighs and fixed his spread legs in place, pushed his cock in, his breath caught and a tight satisfaction welled up. His moans gradually grew louder.
Then he could clearly feel the body of the man touching him harden with strength. It was strength exerted to avoid applying any more force. Like endurance to restrain himself. Eunha fumblingly reached out his hand and grabbed Yeonjun’s thigh, pulling him in. Meaning he didn’t need to do that.
But he rarely ever did what he wanted to do. Rather than feeling pleasure from thrusting, he was more focused on constantly checking Eunha’s expression. Every time his face crumpled from feeling more than necessary pleasure, the penetration speed slowed as if he’d been waiting for it. Then that observing gaze would touch him. Are you really not an idiot… I feel really good right now. Why do you keep.
Eunha thought it was absurd. That he was being so considerate in the current situation.
Sex and consideration. In Eunha’s dictionary, they were acts that couldn’t coexist.
Somehow that tickled his lungs pointlessly, and as he found himself smiling limply without realizing it, Yeonjun likewise showed a slight eye smile while maintaining eye contact.
‘What do you know to be smiling like that? Ridiculous…’
It was the instant he was about to feel even more absurd. Suddenly, the smile disappeared from Yeonjun’s face as he stared intently down at Eunha’s eyes. Like someone momentarily shaken by something.
It was then. Yeonjun suddenly poured down onto Eunha. Completely pressing down with his weight, he tightly embraced his entire body. Because of the sudden close contact, his legs naturally spread wider and the penetration deepened. Unable to breathe for a few seconds from the pressure, Eunha, who had been pressed down, slowly exhaled. Yeonjun called out to him.
“Hyung.”
“What. Why…”
“I like you. Really.”
“…Suddenly.”
“Not suddenly, every second.”
It was a voice with trembling edges as if proving its truth. At the truly sudden confession, Eunha rolled his eyes here and there like someone ambushed, then habitually pulled out a question he often had alone. Why me.
Why me of all people, like that…
Eventually a lukewarm sigh burst out. Well. Familiarly exhaling air, he embraced the back covering him.
So maybe what’s really strange isn’t me, but this kid.
He closed his eyes tightly and put strength into his arms.
* * *
A peaceful summer passed for some time. During that period, Eunha was able to collect some of his friends’ latest news through the group chat. Park Hyeonji was suffering daily headaches from her business preparations in full swing, and Gu Haebin had apparently finally met up with the person he’d been keeping in contact with recently. Kim Sunwoo seemed to be considering short-term study abroad under his parents’ suggestion. And lastly, Im Sujin’s wedding date had been set. Next February. It felt both far and close. It was the first time a close friend was getting married.
Marriage, huh. As he thought about it carefully, the topic in the chat naturally shifted to travel. Before that, before getting married, when everyone had time, let’s all go on a trip together as friends—that was the main content. It went without saying who the emphasis was aimed at. Since they were pleading—not pleading—to this extent, there was no way to avoid it any longer, so Eunha answered that he understood for now. It was clearly a positive indication of intent, but what came back was only suspicious reactions asking why “for now” and such, so he had to reply several more times.
Anyway, I’ll go
Park Hyeonji
Don’t attach words like “anyway”
Im Sujin
ㄱㄴㄲ
Okay
I’ll go
Im Sujin
Hmm..
Park Hyeonji
Suspicious
?
It was an evening not many days after that. While spending time leisurely in pajamas as usual, Gu Haebin burst into the house without any contact. Eunha, who happened to run into Gu Haebin in the living room as he entered the password and came in like it was his own home, couldn’t help but be flustered. Coming into the house on his own without saying anything? No. That wasn’t a problem at all. It had been their routine at some point.
However, right now…
As Eunha’s expression stiffened uncomfortably while his mind raced, Gu Haebin casually asked.
“What were you doing?”
“Me, well, just… What brings you here?”
“The guys told me to get a definite answer.”
“…Ah. The trip? I said okay, but why.”
Gu Haebin shrugged and stepped into the house. Passing by Eunha standing blankly, he headed leisurely toward the living room sofa. A complaining voice continued from behind, saying did he think he was some errand boy. Even though his words were rough like that, he probably hadn’t forced himself to walk over despite finding it bothersome and unpleasant. Rather, wouldn’t he have thought he should take this opportunity to check in? Since Gu Haebin had been a bit scarce these days, focused on the person who had become his girlfriend.
Sure enough, he flopped down on the sofa and asked how he’d been. What have you been up to? What do you mean, just living. It was during this simple exchange. Gu Haebin’s eyes, which had been looking around the house without much thought, stopped as if caught somewhere. Then he tilted his head like a suspicious person. Eunha slowly shifted his gaze following him. It was a corner of the living room. That is, that corner where shopping bags and boxes were always messily piled up from periodic impulse shopping.
Looking for a long time at the natural wood dresser placed where all those remnants of shopping had been neatly cleared away, interpreting it like seeing an object for the first time in his life, Gu Haebin turned his eyes to Eunha. His eyes were slightly puzzled. Eunha replied bluntly as if it was nothing.
“When did you nag me not to do it.”
“Who said anything? I’m fucking on the praise side. But what’s with the furniture?”
“To organize my stuff.”
“Organize your stuff?”
You? It was a tone closer to that. In other words, a way of speaking that showed complete disbelief. Eunha tried to make some excuse but couldn’t find a suitable answer and just held air in his mouth.
He’d never once perceived this place as a space called “home.” Therefore, for the past several years, he’d consistently maintained a state with only the minimal furniture needed for living simply moved in. The more traces of life accumulated, the more troublesome it would be to clean this place out later.
If anything, he was someone who would throw away all things that could be called belongings rather than buy large furniture like a dresser to organize them.
And Gu Haebin would know that well too. Knowing each other well like they were themselves was sometimes uncomfortable. In that lies or deflection were impossible. Also in that it was difficult to make secrets.
After that, Gu Haebin began discovering peculiarities one after another. As if sensing something suspicious, he got up from his seat and looked around the house, capturing every single change that had occurred recently. The refrigerator filled reasonably well with ingredients and food. The snack basket empty for some reason… Up to that point would have been okay.
The apron hanging next to the island table—seeing this, Gu Haebin looked at Eunha as if encountering something bizarre. The slippers at the entrance, discovered belatedly, that far exceeded Eunha’s foot size. Also, the clothes discovered in the bedroom that couldn’t possibly be Eunha’s size. Pajamas. Above all.
The bed size changed from queen to king. And the two toothbrushes in the bathroom…
“……”
What could he possibly say? Standing crookedly with his arms crossed in front of the lit bathroom, Gu Haebin remained motionless for a while like someone deep in thought, then slowly turned his head.
“Lee Eunha.”
“…Yeah.”
“Are you living with someone?”
“……”
Eunha looked meaninglessly at things like the bathroom light switch. It was a belated discovery. No. Strictly speaking, since he’d never hidden it, there was nothing to discover.
